Moon´glade` n. 1. The bright reflection of the moon's light on an expanse of water.
“MOONGLADE” is a non-canon Fairy Tail rp. Our story begins in the northern continent of Giltena, more than 400 years after the “disappearance of dragons”. With a focus on the Kingdom of Valeria, a country with a deep history revolving around the Moon Dragon, you will be able to play a vital role in the development of this kingdom--unless you choose a different journey. In Giltena, revered dragons have chosen to walk among you, and villains posing as heroes litter both the royal courts and the city streets. Weary traveller, what will you bring to the kingdom? Forge your path, and push forward through a world of magic and dreams.
WATER DRAGON FEST
The portside Town of Elmina is holding their annual Water Dragon Festival in honor of the Water Dragon Waka. Water Dragon Waka is a known foodie, so there will be a cooking competition held by the city lord as well as a variety of street vendors set up to celebrate the festivities. Additionally, the royal family of Valeria will be holding a hunt in the nearby Pouring Rainforest in honor of this event. This forest is controlled terrain so they will be releasing captive beasts into it. Choose. Do you want to help or hinder with these activities? The choices are yours.
This skin was made by Pharaohleap of pixel-perfect. Moonglade is the ugly bastard child of Baby and Spade and is a Fairy Tail roleplay. A special thanks to Hiko for his contributions. Fairy Tail is created by Hiro Mashima. All images on site belong to their respective artists.
[attr="class","kingsNotes"]pls don't arrest me also i'm sorry its so gd long,,,
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important people were always on her list. [break][break]
their names cycled like a broken record. flickers of the distant past or the images that cried out within her dreams. one bloody reminder that it was time to move onto the next. this time— a traveling merchant. [break][break]
he was a seemingly harmless man. the smile was as frail as the disguise but he'd convinced them well. it disgusted her that those of such vile nature could blend in perfectly. or perhaps it just wasn't the time regarding the festivities. not that anyone would believe it. [break][break]
they never did.[break][break]
thankfully the merchant was well isolated. he had just finished talking to a group of 'companions' that had now wandered off to fetch some more drinks. nephele approached him quietly, her footfall echoing against the wooden surface of one of many docks. [break][break]
'back so soon?' the voice said with a slur. [break][break]
she kept going till she stood just behind him. the drunken evil not even bothering to look back even when she placed her hands upon his shoulders. "unfortunately." nephele said, finally receiving recognition. [break][break]
'oh! are you here to keep me company darling?' it was a near sickening assumption. but maybe anyone that saw it would've thought the same. "stay still. wouldn't want you to hurt yourself." the hands lingered towards the chin, gripping at it roughly. laughter emanated from the throat. [break][break]
a demonic calling started to whisper. like a bad feeling or a chilly breeze it crept from her form. although the spell had been summoned, the merchant had not the chance to witness her. nephele moved from behind the man carefully, keep her partially changing hand upon his cheek. a once blissful expression grew ill beneath bright red eyes. [break][break]
beginning to lower against the nausea, the clawed hand gripped more firmly, nearly tearing flesh. "twenty." she says, reminding him of the amount that had died under his influence. of course the absent—minded state of a drunk only finds fear in the horns that emerge from her head. [break][break]
'g-god!' the voice cries as the opposing hand raises. "god will not save you." although the finishing blow is so close she stops herself. one figure stands just a few feet away. clearly a witness to everything that was bound to unfold. her expression twists into shock as she stands there quietly. as though a living statue.
[attr="class","kingsLyrics"]scars on my mind are bruises on skin
As aimless as Ezrik seemed, he was one that did have goals and dreams and hopes and passions. They were just ill-expressed; a haunting repercussion from his past. One of these passions was art and the beauty of the world. Even if he hardly looked pained by stress or annoyance, the frustration did tend to well up, and after too much of it, a breather was needed.
Being by his lonesome in only the murky river of light from the moon was what he desired, its reflection brilliant against the calm waves of the bay. But he could not even get that—for within minutes a rambunctious group had marched along the wood in a cadence that was partnered with laughter and song. They bid him a short hello before suddenly they had forgotten all about Ezrik, despite he was sitting not ten feet away. It was always like this.
Still, they provided entertaining distraction, and he let his scenic viewing be paired with the sounds of life and happiness; even if they were a bit crude with their topics.
As time passed, it was only one of the men left and Ezrik debated starting a conversation. That mental struggle ended swiftly as another joined the company, a woman with lithe yet dangerous movements. She wore an expression that seemed hungry—but for what he had no idea. That was a lie. He knew those eyes, but he willed himself to remain ignorant. He had long foregone responsibility for justice and this was no time to regain it.
Ezrik watched.
Watched as she turned from seductive to sadistic.
Watched as she turned from human to monster.
Watch as he turned from predator to prey.
Watched as the woman froze as she finally noticed Ezrik standing there... standing there as he always had been. Did he perhaps cough? Or drop something? Or did she finally just choose to recognize her surroundings a bit more. Maybe he should have made his presence known for the situation know was a bit awkward. As now that she spotted him, he had the responsibility to act, or to at least stop action. If she remained ignorant, he'd be able to go on his life bearing the burden of letting a murder happen before him—but now that he was a witness, she'd be able to spread gossip about him, or even try her blade against him.
The time for maturity was now.
With a blank expression only embellished by sharp eyes, Ezrik merely watched her and acknowledged her gaze by meeting it with his own. He was lax with in his straightened stance and hands sunken shallowly into his pockets. "Good evening."
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she didn't say anything. [break][break]
the weak and sluggish endeavor growing more prominent beneath her dangerous grip. red eyes narrowing towards the seemingly casual witness. 'p-please help me! m-mister!' the merchant cried but— nephele did not let go. [break][break]
once poised for ill intent started to lower gently. deadly claws flicked the visible neck of the man as though it'd been a tease. yet the figure notably flinched at the feeling. she brought herself closer. lips nearly pressed against his ear. her eyes still facing the onlooker. [break][break]
"farewell." the horrid sound of flesh tearing came with those words. he choked on his own blood as the girl stepped away. cold eyes watching him desperately grab at the torn throat. all form of life retreating hastily.[break][break]
her attention shifted immediately towards the blonde. using the dark material of her cloak to wipe at the blood on her hands. it didn't do the duty of riddance but— at least the warmth had subsided. nephele moved once again.[break][break]
it was a casual and nonchalant movement. stepping over the motionless body to approach the one that held such a scarce presence. something the girl considered to be magic. [break][break]
"it'd be best for you to leave." she said, stepping by him, "consider it my good—will and advice." rather— if the other chose to stay it would do him no good. the return of those boisterous 'companions' resounded on the opposite end. the figure departing into the narrow alley. horns still outwardly visible.
[attr="class","kingsLyrics"]scars on my mind are bruises on skin
The woman made for a poor assassin. Loose ends were one thing, but she had every opportunity to re-evaluate her decision and choose to attack at another time. Instead, she chose to finish the task right before Ezrik's curious eyes.
He wouldn't flinch, however. Giving a cock of his head as a method of visible confusion, he instead chose to observe a bit more at the man's fleeting life. Ezrik was no lover of blood and death, nor was he a stranger to the sight. He'd seen dozens upon dozens of bodies, and taken a good number as well; the majority of these occurring during his tenure as a member of the Kingdom. A vague sense of duty was trying to claw its way back to his fingers, yet he stayed motionless. That call for righteous justice had long been locked away, and now he preferred to not get caught up in the dramatics of life.
That was until she gave her laughable advice. "Good will? You intruded on my night of rest and relaxat—" he had no chance to finish what he was saying before she was darting off.
"Just leave it. Follow her instruction, no one remembers your face anyways," was what his mind was begging. But his body rejected the command. His instincts still drew him to some sliver of morality. The least he could do was press her for a reasoning, and maybe after he'd be able to put his feelings back to sleep.
Ezrik gave chase, almost forgetting the idea that his ally was also supposed to be joining him. Maybe fortune would be on his side, and he'd run into him on the way out of the docks. With that worry to rest, he following the silhouette of horns while speaking calmly during his sprint, "Killing someone then threatening me doesn't mean you get to run away without repercussions." His words lacked any hint of dominance or command presence.
[attr="class","kingsNotes"]she put her bloody hands on him
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distinct formations started to dwindle within every blink. their prominence fading like a shadow beneath the light. once there but now gone. her demonic features had seemingly become a figment of the imagination. for all that had remained was human. [break][break]
the motion kept itself steady. those striking red eyes never looking back. nephele may have outwardly disregarded the voice though her mind wandered to all the irritable possibilities. [break][break]
"what a funny thing to say." she said, finally stopping before the opening of the busy street. the shadowy blanket casting them as unnoticed in the narrow alley. "it was not a threat," nephele turned to face him, "would you have rather become a suspect for murder?" her expression was blank.[break][break]
nothing distinct of tone in those sharp features as they awaited for some sort of response. the girl let out a sigh before coming closer to the blonde. her still marginally bloodied hands gently grabbing onto him. "most people run or they scream." the flicker of gravity finally crossed through the pair of rubies.[break][break]
"or... they're a knight." blood—lust was as fleeting as the stars above them. nephele let go of the other with a slight shrugging gesture, "but you didn't do anything. why is that?" magic truly did linger from the blonde. it was nothing quite overwhelming but the girl doubted her own could surpass it.
[attr="class","kingsLyrics"]scars on my mind are bruises on skin
Ezrik would never deny someone's assessment of him being strange. He was self-aware about his lack of presence and peculiar complacency with events happening around him. At a point in time, it had been effort for him to keep up this facade—but with enough repetition, the act became the truth. And despite all this, he considered the female even stranger.
His eyes flashed to where he hand touched him, and maybe if it was in a more threatening manner he would have drew steel. Instead, he merely rose a suspicious brow while trying to deduce what she intended. "How gracious of you," he said flatly, with a face that made it unclear to tell if he was sincere or sarcastic. "And most people would have gotten rid of the witness," he retorted at her implication that he was the unique one.
As she let go, his eyes continued to watch where her hand had laid, a bloody print in its wake. He let out a sigh that lacked the tone of frustration, "Do you make it a habit to ruin white clothing?" Another military suit jacket he'd have to purchase. At this point, he was considering just staying in his armor.
"If I did something, then I would be acting based off of assumptions of the situation," Ezrik replied, finally looking up back to her, ignoring the flurry of people that continuously crossed the mouth of the alley. "And since you didn't attack me immediately after, I felt that you at least deserved your plea of defense before I made any judgment," she also chose to finish the kill with the white dragon clearly spectating.
Being slightly coy, and repeating her own syntax, he said, "You didn't didn't do anything to me, why is that?"
nephele remes ● he's just standing straight and still ● 000 words
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it was difficult to know what the other was thinking. given the lack of dismay for the overall situation— she figured there must've been some other bizarre and complex reason. the purpose that had led her to taking a life before his eyes shared the same mystery. [break][break]
nephele glanced at the smear with a guilt that was nonexistent. rather— it was difficult for either of them to deter what kind of thoughts they held. the opening for realization painted in a picture that never changed. arms crossed over the chest— the furrow slightly prominent.[break][break]
"how gracious of you." the girl repeated. using his own previous lackluster words. "but i have no plea to make." it was a waste of time and effort. regardless if the other had witnessed the gruesome scene— the reasoning behind it all would quickly fall beneath the reputation. one figure built upon lies by those desperate to avoid the wrath.[break][break]
"you're not on my list." she said, those visible lips quirking up into a smile. it was a confident yet slightly canny expression. nephele turning suddenly from the other and bounding into the crowd. the pacing hardly as casual as it had been before. she moved quickly— weaving through the festivities as though to depart from the pursuing blonde.
[attr="class","kingsLyrics"]scars on my mind are bruises on skin
The woman refused to cooperate, and that made the situation all the more difficult to solve—at least enough for Ezrik to be satisfied. He lingered on her last words, trying to piece together the vague puzzle of scenes and words she gave him. It was still too unclear for him to make the judgment of her innocence. As of now, he thought of only one thing.
"List? An assassin, then?" he said, with a sharpness to his voice. Ezrik preferred to not be caught up in conflict, but now there were concerns of dark guild activity; and that news would concern him sooner or later.
What little light that was afforded them in that crevice between buildings decided to dim just a little bit as he breathed. With each steady and unsuspecting inhale, there was a flicker almost indiscernible around them from those civilians are festival attendees that moved to their side. And all the same time, Ezrik eyes seemed more vibrant in the darkness, their details sharp and bright. He wasn't making any immediate action, only prepping in case he had to.
With a small sigh that strayed from his facial expression, he said once more, "I suggest you say at least a part of the plea—otherwise I'd be obligated to take action." Even though his hands didn't move towards the hilt of his blade, his arms were tense, readying for explosive action if required.
nephele remes ● it's getting a little darker and his eyes a little brighter ● 000 words
